e•mo•crap

-noun
1. pertaining to or involving emotion or the emotions.
2. nonsense; drivel.
Origin: 2004 emo+crap

  • 13
    Jul

    Why hello there….

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    Oh, hay

    So I have been living in Santa Clara, CA for about 3 months now.  I really like it here a lot. I’m not really getting homesick quite yet, not as much as I should be anyway.  In the past 3 months I have seen 6 of our friends from NJ.  Our friend Darren came out explicitly to visit us.  My friends band, Black Wine, was touring in the area.  Our friends Megan and Roy were vacationing in California and we met up for a day.  And finally my other friends band, East of the Wall, is playing in California on this upcoming Friday.  So yeah, that part of things is kind of strange.  I do miss my family a lot, and my friends, but it doesn’t feel like I’ve been that disconnected yet.

    I live about 2 miles from work so I’ve been riding my bike to work as often as I can motivate myself.  That always makes me feel as though I am in some strange and distant country.  I need to start riding my bike more because eventually I would love to do a marathon or something for Charity.  There’s a 20 mile one my friends were telling me about which might be do-able for me.  My buddy Luke just rode 100 miles for livestrong.  It’s so crazy to me that someone can do that.  I will work on ramping up though, and see where that goes.

    I suppose I’m just rambling some thoughts about being out here in California.  It suits the sporadic updating I do anyway I imagine.

    It’s kind of cool, I walk past the Yahoo building on my way to lunch sometimes.  When this happens I get really giddy that I work so close to Yahoo.  It’s made me pay more attention to my yahoo mail account, since I feel like I owe them that.  Right near my job there is this sandwich place called “Togo’s” , it’s amazing.  They put avocados in like all of their sandwiches.  In fact almost everything I eat out here now has avocados in it, it’s bliss.

    People in California are definitely suspiciously nicer than my experience with any other region of the country.  But I’ve discovered the secret is that once they get in their cars they take out all that pent up anger by driving like idiots.  Blinkers are optional, middle fingers seem mandatory, who knows.  If you put your blinker on, the person in the next lane will imagine that you have no issued to them a challenge.  In order to defeat you they will not let you pass.  You are the Balrog.  So weird.

    Welp, that’s all she wrote for now.  Sleepytime!!

    Posted by Quelyn in Life

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Hello! My name is Jacquelyn, but I go by Quelyn. I have lived in New Jersey my whole life. This is my blog. It is sorely in need of a more regular update schedule, as I am surely in need of some inspiration.